Chapter17 Heavypetting

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

Rose was in the kitchen making a pot of tea. Seth came in behind her and pressed himself up against her. He had his hands at her waist. He kissed the point of her shoulder. She made some small noise. He could almost get his hands around her waist she was so tiny compared to him.

"Everyone is out," he suggested in a low voice as he kissed her shoulder again. "They'll be gone all day."

She stiffened a little. "I thought we were supposed to be doing exercises."

"We are," he said, "this is resistance training."

She giggled. "So you push me…"

"…and you push right back," he finished. "See? We can push up against each other." It sounded sinful.

"Or I could just resistyou…" she teased.

"Can't be done," he stated. "I'm irresistible."

She laughed. "You certainly don't take no for an answer."

"I haven't heard you say 'no' yet," he sounded almost offended.

She twisted around and faced him. His hands moved to the kitchen counter, so that she was effectively barricaded in his arms. "No?" she said.

"That was a question… it doesn't count." He bent his knees, pressed himself against her and lifted himself up, rubbing his whole body up against the front of hers. She made a little hiccup noise in her breathing. "Jesus Seth," she said.

"It's my turn," he said.

"Your turn?" she repeated.

"Shirt off," he reminded her.

"I never agreed to that," she tried, but she had lost the argument, the second she had turned to face him; she knew that now.

"You've got two choices," he said reasonably, "I can take your shirt off, or you can take your shirt off."

"That's it? Those are my choices?"

"Yep."

He was still pressed in against her and she could smell him. He was so close.

"Do I get any other choices?" she asked. She hadn't meant to, but she was trying to lean in further towards him. Her hands were creeping towards his face.

"Sure," he sounded so reasonable.

"Such as?"

"I could take my shirt off too if you want," he suggested with a rascally look.

She gave him a look and he grinned at her.

"You are like a dog with a bone," she scolded him.

He cracked up laughing at that. However, it didn't distract him for long.

They spent so much time together and had done for some time now, but whenever he got like this, he made her heart beat faster and her breathing hitch. She thought it was like magic that he could be helpful and practical one minute and incredibly sensual the next.

She reached down and held her shirt at the hem, uncrossing her arms over her head as she took it off. He made a happy noise as she dropped it on the floor. He picked her up, carried her over to a clear piece of counter, and sat her on it. He reached for her bra strap.

"Uh-uh," she said. "There was no mention of bras in this alleged agreement," she chided him.

He looked at her and blinked. "Okay then," he agreed. He started to kiss her.

"Man, I like this counter height," he muttered. "I think I get the kitchen obsession thing now."

He kept kissing her and she instinctively opened her legs wide to try to get him closer to her. She started to pull at his shirt and he helpfully took it off for her. She made a small moan as she felt his skin against hers. He was so hot.

"You're so warm," she told him, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"High metabolism," he explained. "Also high testosterone levels cause an increase in body temperature."

"Really?"

"Yep, plus we are more socially outgoing and engaging," he stated between kisses.

"We?" she checked.

"Us manly men with greater levels of the manly chemicals in our bodies."

She giggled.

His big hands closed over her bra-clad breasts and squeezed. That stopped her giggles. She moaned his name. His head dropped and he kissed his way down the edge of her lacy white bra cup. She watched him breathlessly. His mouth closed over one of her pebbled nipples. His breath was so warm against her skin. He latched on and sucked hard. She didn't know he could do that through her bra. So much for leaving it on. His eyes looked up at her, watching her every reaction.

He pulled her tighter against him and her hand found its way into his hair; holding him against her and his mouth stayed right where it was. He rose to his feet, lifting her off the counter, holding her effortlessly, and her legs wrapped around his body.

"Oohhh…," she breathed. "Oh…that feels good." She closed her eyes in bliss; stroking her fingers through his hair. She was grinding herself on his body. It was not a conscious movement. She could not have stopped herself as she was barely aware she was doing it.

Seth was not watching her other reactions as carefully as he should have been. He missed the static build up, until her hand in his hair zapped him.

"Fuck," he swore. He didn't drop her, luckily, but placed her gently back on the counter.

"Oh god… I'm so sorry…" she apologised.

"No… it's my fault… I didn't think…" he grinned at her and gave her a quick peck. "That's some 'stop' button you have got there, girl. You tasered me!"

She looked truly apologetic.

He gave her a look. "You didn't mention this before," he pointed out to her.

She folded her arms across her breasts and tried to look dignified.

"Rose?" he asked.

"It's kind of how we knew that I had an issue…"

"Issue?" he ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"The storm thing comes with an extra; a static electricity thing," she mumbled. "I kind of make lightning I suppose."

He thought for a minute. "So you do this when you get upset or excited... Do you masturbate? You know make yourself orgasm?"

She gulped in some air, "… oh… I…," she slapped her hands over her face in embarrassment.

He chuckled. "You can tell me," he cajoled.

"It's not that I don't want to… it's that I can't…"

"You can't tell me. Why? You can tell me anything," he cajoled.

"No, I have no problem talking to you … I mean …I can't masturbate."

He looked confused.

She tried to explain, "I… zap things…"

He almost laughed, but the look on her face was enough to stop him.

"Seriously? You were looking after yourself and you zapped something?"

"My clock radio blew up," she sounded so sad.

He tried not to laugh, but then he let out a snort and then he couldn't stop.

She wanted to be upset with him but his laughter was contagious.

"Bwahaha," he chortled, "I thought it was bad enough to be caught by my Mother," he gasped out.

"The look on dad's face when I tried to explain," she gasped and they both cracked up with laughter again.

He bent over, picked up her t-shirt from the floor and handed it to her. She put it back on and then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.

"So I guess if we want to go further we need to be outside huh?" he said.

"Outside? Why?"

"Well if you get… really excited…" he had an odd look on his face, "… I mean if I do my job properly … you ought to get excited… and maybe… you'll zap something big time... my place is out… you zap our TV and Jake will kill you."

"Oh… if I get really excited? I didn't think of that... I mean do you have lightning rods on the house?"

He started to laugh and then turned it into a cough.

"Do you think I might really… zap that badly...? I mean that big?" she asked.

He tucked himself in close to her. "Yeah his voice dropped, if I make you orgasm more than once. Sex can be pretty intense."

"Oh. What if I hurt you Seth? "

Bless her, she looked so worried that she might hurt him and he couldn't explain why she probably wouldn't hurt him. "That little zap shocked me because I wasn't ready for it. Honey, you could taser me and it wouldn't stop me," he told her. "Seriously, I am a man…"

Well, that was partly truthful.

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